DROPS FROM FLORA’S CUP. 
OR THE 
POETRY OF FLOWERS, 
WITH A 
jrloral ltombularg. 
BY mss MARY M. GRIFFIN. 
They sent me forth 
To cull sweet flowers ; but, alas I 
I found the oorth a desert place. 
I sat me down, and upward gazed, 
Weeping that earth could boast no 8taw ; 
When Flora passing, heard my moan, 
And Htopping, with a pitying glanoe, 
Dropped her richest geuia. 
BOSTON: 
HILL & BRODHEAD 
1846. 
